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Note: AFN: HC4P-KH; Wabeno WI newspaper 1929 says Virginia and Mary Louise Tenley went to vist their TN Moseley kinfolk summer 1929;
BIRTH: baptismal certificate in her possesion. MARR: (and all events for their children, except as otherwise noted) their personal testimony to me, Warren Forsythe. SOURCES-ESSENTIAL-CONTEXT: She grew up a doctor's daughter in Wabeno,Forest,WI. Her mother died when she was 5 and she had to overcome associated childhood rough times. (Her husband says "the classic stepmother") Their son's death was another terrible tragedy. She was Librarian at Institute of paper chemistry after her kids were in school; She worked 10 Dec 1955 through 31 Dec 1981. When she started, Kay in 3rd grade, Jean 4th, John 9th (freshman at Wilson Jr. High); CONTEXT:their daughter Jean is an Episcopal hospital chaplain in Portland in early 1990's. Mary Lou was a major force in starting us searching for our family history. Her mother reportedly had a lot the proper southern lady-like traditions from her life in TN . Mary Lou continued some of them also in her life, even though Mary Lou only saw the south for a couple weeks as a teenager;
1988 narrative of Virgina Ellen Tenley (mrs oosterhuis) : (see below for how a bit out of context, just emotional feeling) "your mother [mary louise tenley b. 1916) left our father's home after he & Lucille were married. I left for school and college and spent as little time in Wabeno as possible. Lilborn had gone to Tennessee where he lived with Uncle Lilborn and Aunt Pearl." [11 jan 1989 story by Virginia's sister Mary Louise Tnely born 1916} This recounting of Virginia's story is rather misleading; it looks as if we all had left home shortly after our father's remarriage, which was not the case. Virginia was there until she finished high school, actually until she went to college in 1926. Lilborn did not go to Tennessee until his junior year in high school (1926/27) but he returned to Wabeno and graduated there in 1928. I did not leave home until the Spring of my sophomore year (grade 10) Marchor April 1932, Then lived with the Ivor Broman family until I left for Stevens Point Sept 1934. How well I remember my brother because he was always my champion against Lucille!!!! Probably because Virginia left so much sooner than L.W. and I, her memory of the situation isn't very good. I was there and I know!!!;
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About Oct 1996, Rhea wrote ofour 1988 summer trip to Glacier National Park: “It was the summer of 1988.Dad and Mom were busily getting our ’67 Chevy all packed up and ready togo. Tad, my brother who was two yearsolder (and I) were getting toys to play with for the long trip. It was shortly after 8:00 when we backed outof our driveway. This was one of manytimes we went to Glacier National Park where my grandpa was a ranger. On the way there we would get out to get gasand a thing or two to eat. Towards theend of the drive Tad and I would be tired of bickering. I remember looking out the window attelephone poles with osprey nests on them. When we got there it was almost 8PM, but there was still some light. Tadand I would trundle into my grandparents’ house chattering away, while my Momand Dad would set up the tent before it got too late.” “I would wake up to the chattering of thebirds. I would hunker down into mysleeping bag, usually while I was laying there I would determine whether or notto get out. I was very scared of bears,and they came into camp sometimes. So Iwas afraid to come out. When I got intothe house[trailer], grandma would have Huckleberry Pancakes ready for me. After I cleaned up I would run over to thenext door neighbors[Joe & Ellen Ries Family]. To see Mary, Margaret, and Matt, who were theonly children who were around most of the time. The three of them were four or more years older than me. They took Tad and me to play house in thewoods, go to the pond and the camp store. Every day we all would play ‘til it was dark and scary. For dinner Grandma always had a warm meal forthe six of us to eat.” “It was warm and bright the next morning.Mom decided to take a hike up to Grandpa’s favorite fishing spot called UpperTwo Medicine Lake. Tad and I invite Maryand Margaret to join us and so they did. At 10:00 we got on the ferry boat “Sinopah” that carried us to thestarting point of the trail. Looking outfrom the bow of the boat, we could see the range of all the BlackfootMountains. Grandpa knew the stories ofevery mountain and could name all of them: Rising Wolf, Lone Walker, GrizzlyBear Peak, Painted Tee Pee and Sinopah. We all heard that every year; so now we know all the mountains. We hiked up to the mountain and got thereabout 12:00. Grandpa and Tad would fish side to side waiting for each other toget a nibble. Mary, Margaret, and Iwould create things in the sand, throw rocks and picked up a pole once in awhile but never caught anything. Dad andMom enjoyed exploring around to find huckleberry patches. As the day went on, the sky got gray; so weheaded back down the trail. The rainstarted to sprinkle, and then it began to pour. Mom and Dad were always prepared: they pulled out ponchos for Mary andMargaret and plastic bags for Tad and me. Grandpa had his Ranger waterproof hat and coat on. We decided to stop and rest. Mom set up the tarp as a roof to give usshelter from the rain. Grandma waspatiently waiting for us, when we got back. She cooked the Rainbow Trout the Grandpa and Tad had caught and we ateit for dinner.” “The next day all of us kids were playing volleyballin the gravel lot. The net was supportedby unstable metal rod. Matt walked overto go get a drink of water when unexpectedly one of the poles fell and hit hishead. Everyone rushed to hisrescue. Slowly we walked him to theporch of his house, leaving a trail of blood.”
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